| Inside The Room |
The new Queen of the kingdom, Ruth, found herself confined to the palace, her movements carefully orchestrated. Her days were filled with a strange mix of idleness and duty, a constant reminder of her current predicament. She was a prisoner in here, her freedom curtailed by the very crown she wore.
She spent most of her time in her chambers, her reflection in the mirror a constant companion. Her gaze would often fall upon the delicate necklace she wore, a gift from her mother, a symbol of hope and a reminder of the future she was destined for. Her mother's words echoed in her mind, "You have a great future, my dear,"
And she's certain that future is not with Myth, but with Dara.
The thought of Dara filled Ruth with a longing that gnawed at her heart. She had heard whispers of his approaching army, a force gathering in the Genesis Kingdom, ready to sweep away the darkness that had descended upon the kingdom which are of course Myth and his team. Dara's arrival would mean freedom, a chance to escape the gilded cage she was trapped in.
A soft smile played on her lips as she imagined their reunion, the joy of being in his arms once more. But the door creaked open, shattering her daydream. Myth, entered the room, and Ruth quickly composed herself, her smile fading into a mask of forced composure.
"Husband, I missed you," she said, her voice laced with a hint of desperation. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of his face, and kissed his cheek gently. "Come, rest a while."
Myth pulled away, his expression distant and troubled. "Don't worry, I'm not stressed," he said, his words lacking conviction. "I can't relax now... I just have so much to do. We have enemies, and I don't know who they are. It's a heavy burden."
Ruth, her heart sinking, wrapped her arms around his neck, her touch desperate, clinging to the last vestiges of hope. She knew that the threat coming is very dangerous but she loves it and she helped created that threat so she's not afraid of what's coming for them because she's saved and innocent already.
"I know, but it will all be over soon, and you will win," Ruth whispered as she rubs his cheeks softly. Myth gently pulled her hand away, his gaze distant, his expression troubled.
"That's the problem, winning is the problem," he said, his voice heavy with a weariness. "You know, there was a night I was sleeping, I woke up, and you weren't there."
A chill snaked down Ruth's spine. At this moment she knew that this is no longer about the war, it's something of more serious trouble because she already understand where his words is going.
"Where were you that night?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.
Ruth's heart pounded in her chest. She had to be careful, her words needed to be measured. "I do a lot of things at night," she said, her voice trembling slightly as she tries to comport herself and act like everything is normal. "Maybe I went to... to use the privy."
But Myth wasn't buying it. His voice boomed, shattering the fragile peace of the room. "I mean the night Obed escaped! You weren't with me, and I won't ask you again! Where were you?"
Fear, cold and sharp, gripped Ruth. She stumbled backward, her eyes wide with terror. "I told you, I went to the privy!" she cried, her voice choked with fear. She took another step back, her body trembling, her heart a frantic drum in her chest.
"If that is the truth then why are you already shaking...? I haven't threatened you yet and you are already afraid" He said. As Ruth opened her mouth to make a statement, he interrupted her once again.
"You know you are lying Ruth!! if I ask you again and you do not tell me the truth I am going to kill you here and now!" Myth threatened with a very deep voice as he removed his dagger from his waist and pointed it right on her throat.
The young boy, Myth, was a powder keg of anger, his temper a volatile force that often erupted without warning. He acted impulsively, driven by a fiery passion that often led him down a path of regret. 
"I'm telling you the truth, I swear!" Ruth pleaded, her voice trembling with fear.
"No! You're lying!" Myth roared, his eyes blazing with fury. He raised the dagger, its sharp edge glinting menacingly in the dim light and ready to split her throat.
"Wait! Don't hurt her! No harm should come to her! She's more useful to us alive than dead!" Karl, his voice urgent, stepped into the room, his presence a jarring intrusion into the tense scene.
Myth, his anger momentarily quelled by Karl's intervention, lowered the dagger. He pushed Ruth away, his grip rough, his eyes burning with a simmering rage.
At that moment, the sound of marching army erupted from outside, a wave of noise that vibrated through the palace walls. It was the sound of a multitude, a roar that sent a surge of hope through Ruth's heart. She believed it must have been Dara that had arrived with his armies. He was coming, his army at his back, ready to liberate them from the tyranny that had gripped their kingdom.
"This is the moment we've been waiting for!" Myth shouted, his voice echoing with a newfound energy. "We must prepare for war, no matter what! I will not back down, they will get what they deserve!" He moved with a newfound urgency, his movements sharp and decisive as he donned his armor, preparing for the battle that lay ahead.
Unfortunately reaching outside, Myth discovered that the army aren't for Dara as had expected. The army that stood at the gate, their banners fluttering in the wind, was not the one Ruth had been was actually expecting and hoping it would be. It was a contingent of soldiers from the northern kingdom, led by their king who sought to join forces with Myth, to fight alongside him in exchange for a reward, a promise of power and wealth in the aftermath of the war.